Ever since my first trip to Paris, when I laid eyes on the lavender overflowing the gardens and perfuming ever inch of the city, I’ve harbored a secret fantasy of growing it myself. Flash forward many years, and although my thumb is far from green, we decided to see how it would do on the back terrace this summer, tucked between the olive trees and rosemary. And… ta-da! Beautiful, abundant, intoxicating lavender. I’m like a proud mama, showing it to everyone who comes over, picking little sprigs to tuck into sorbet and lemonade, and rubbing it between my fingers just to take in the scent. I’m so obsessed that after taking photos of my garden, I just had to design an entire inspiration board around the party that I’d love to throw each year celebrating our little lavender harvest. I’d top a swath of sheer white linen with bunches of lavender tucked into mason jars, serve a gorgeous cheese platter with lavender honey, and send each guest home with a terra cotta pot bearing their own tiny harvest. Dreamy, don’t you think?

*images: mario testino for vogue, sharyn cairns via dustjacket attic, kt merry via style me pretty {row 2} kt merry via style me prettysutherland kovach via style me pretty {row 3} kt merry via style me pretty, karen mordechai for sunday suppers, martha stewart weddingskt merry via style me pretty {row 4} via this is glamorouskt merry via style me pretty, jose villa via once wed.


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